As I was running errands today I spied with my little eye a pink Buick in the Bedfod Town Park parking lot. I did a fast turn in to get a closer look. Why?
You see, my grandmother had this exact car when I was a kid. I remember the car being a tank, the doors heavy, the whole car solid as a Brinks truck.
I didn’t see any person nearby who might have been the owner and since it was close to 90 outside, I wasn’t too excited about hanging around to wait for the owner. It was in decent shape, some rust, but overall darn good for her age.
It’s funny what you remember as a kid. I spent lots of time with my grandmother in the summer and we’d run all kinds of errands in her car. She was all of 5′ tall so she was truly the invisible driver behind such a big steering wheel.
My sister and I always sat up front with Gram, way before seat belts, so to make sure we were safe, when my grandmother stopped, she put her right hand out over us, to protect us. I was 100% sure my grandmother’s arm protected us from all bodily hard. The tank of a car for sure did.
I’ve often thought of buying a car identical to this, a weekend toddle ’round the town car but it might mean having to build a bigger garage….not gonna happen. I’ll live vicariously though this man’s car and hope I run into him one day to ask him why he chose this ’56 Special.